Feelings I felt, that I don’t anymore
Black words pervading my every thought
Times that are harder than ever before
Knowing that I’m not one half anymore.
Darkness I see, where the sunlight once cast
Thick, heavy tears running down my face fast
People around, but the space in between vast
Trying to run the race, coming in last.
Drowning in substance that’s crushing my heart
Suffocating silence, since we are apart
Trying, but not knowing quite where to start
Forms of expression, life imitates art.
Black is the colour that runs through my veins
A shell of protection against all the rain
A blanket of comfort as I go insane
Black is the colour of all of my pain.
For him.
By Sarah Michelle Ritchie
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Sarah Michelle Ritchie
I’m starting over!
After losing my husband, home and career in the space of 14 months, I’m trying to get going again.
Now, I have the time to write.
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